The polite name for the wife's (now the daughter's) car was That Damn Pontiac (TDP).I would gladly pay money to watch someone feed it into a shredder and make blue confetti out of it. But, it was Mom's car, so I'm not allowed to get rid of it.It's the daughter's car now, but guess who is going to pay for the crank and bearings it needs...I've always hated that car.Thanks for dropping by CW!

I got her up to 120 on the back stretch on the second lap as I was catching back up. The car had more in her but that's all I needed.She is much more capable than her driver, and I have no problems admitting that.Thanks for dropping by Q!